Two Hotties Next Door

By Sam Crescent

For three months, Ace has been completely obsessed with the next-door neighbor. His housemate and BFF, Brett, can’t get enough of watching her either. She’s a mystery they want to solve.

Meredith is an artist in a creative funk. For most of her life she has never conformed, never done what people expect, living her life her way. Her two sexy neighbors are the sweetest guys she’s ever met, and they do what months of relaxation have failed to do. Out of the blue, Brett and Ace become her inspiration, giving back her creativity.

Ace and Brett both want her, but being best friends, they have no intention of fighting over her. They’ll take her, together.

Belonging to Brett and Ace is new for Meredith, but what starts out as some fun soon changes as they each realize what they want more than anything else in the world. But will they have the courage to admit it, or will fear hold them back?
Is their threesome doomed from the start, or has the power of the two houses struck again?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jul 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781773397313

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Copyright© 2018 Sam Crescent

ISBN: 978-1-77339-731-3

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

TWO HOTTIES NEXT DOOR

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2018

Chapter One

What do you think her deal is? Ace Campton asked as he sipped at his cup of decaf while watching the neighbor as she tried to sketch whatever it was that seemed to have captured her attention. They’d been moved in now for three months, and since then he’d not been able to get a real introduction to the woman. She always seemed so busy, so preoccupied, even when carrying in the groceries.

His best friend, Brett Voss, came up to the window and looked past his shoulder to the lawn. There had to be a hundred crumpled-up pages of paper. She looked frazzled, annoyed, pissed off, and everything in between.

You know it’s freaky how much time you spend watching her, Brett said.

What? I can’t be curious about our neighbor, especially when on the first week here she was tearing everything up and throwing it out the window? I thought she’d been robbed. When Ace realized it was the actual neighbor, he’d simply gone back inside and waited as someone came with a huge truck and began dumping everything inside. You’re not the least bit curious about her?

Brett sighed. I haven’t thought about it, to be honest.

You’re lying. You’ve got to be. Ace was completely obsessed with the new neighbor, and it made no sense.

We’ve moved in, and we’ve been making changes. They’ve been way more important than the chick next door. Sorry, but it has. Also, it’s really creepy how much you watch her.

We’re in our own little world all the way back here, Brett. Come on, man, you’ve got a dick. You can’t tell me you’re not curious about her? She’s like a little fairy with her green eyes and red hair. He also noticed that she was constantly wearing dresses, the kind that stopped at her knee and had thin straps. She had a fuller body, curvy with nice, rounded hips and stomach. He also loved the shape and size of her luscious tits.

Running a hand through his hair, he felt fucking wired, and all he wanted to do was talk to her. They’d been inside redecorating for weeks. Work had come first, obviously. As personal trainers they were completely booked up and constantly in demand. They worked six days a week most of the time, so getting to their home had been a constant battle.

It wasn’t that the previous owner did anything wrong, but the person who lived here before was a chick, and they needed to make their love den a bit more male.

Why don’t you take out the trash? Brett asked. You can see if you can talk to her, or how about just doing something other than staring out a window?

You make it sound bad.

"Dude, it is bad. You’re constantly looking out of it." His friend smirked.

You don’t think it’s weird taking the trash out on a Sunday?

If you don’t do it, I will, and I know you’ve got a hard-on for her.

Ace wanted to deny it, but he was curious. It was a Sunday, the trash needed emptying, and the mystery woman next door was outside sketching away. He didn’t see a better time to reach out than now.

On the way to the kitchen, he stopped at the mirror to check that a single hair wasn’t out of place. He looked good, felt good, and as he grabbed the trashcan, he kept going over the different kinds of conversations that could happen.

Instead of panicking, he decided to play it cool. When he got to the trashcan, she was still sitting on the front lawn sketching away. He didn’t know what to say, or how to approach her. Did he just come out and blurt it?

Nice weather we’re having, he said.

She didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

Seriously, dude, the weather?

Taking a deep breath, he glanced over at her, and again, she didn’t even notice that he existed. This was so fucking embarrassing. Women flocked to him all the fucking time. In fact, they were always around him, giving him their number. He didn’t have a fucking clue as to why it was any different right now.

Clearing his throat, he tried again.

It certainly is good weather we’re having.

Dude, what is it about the weather?

Clearing his throat, he saw that she was still doodling.

He didn’t know what the hell to say.

Finally, crossing the lawn, he stuck his hand out. I’m Ace Campton, nice to meet you. He had stepped in front of her and thrust his hand at her.

Oh, my, she said, jumping back. You were totally in my light.

Excuse me?

Who does that? I mean, seriously. Didn’t you see I was doing something?

He quickly stepped out of the way, and the woman glanced around the space that she’d clearly been sketching and growled.

Sorry.

Great, just great! She stood up, brushing down her dress. Who are you?

I’m your very friendly neighbor. We moved in on the same day.

That’s supposed to mean something?

Her lips were a shocking pink, and her outfit completely screamed that it didn’t go together. Her red hair stood out in contrast against her pale skin. She’d even painted her eyelids green. Even though it shouldn’t work, on this woman it totally did.

I’m sorry for standing in front of your light and all that. I just wanted to introduce myself. It has been three months, and to make this work I figured we should get to know each other. He withdrew his hand, thrusting them into his pockets.

He watched as she took a breath.

I’m so sorry for … reacting like that. I was in the zone, or trying to be in the zone, and it was wrong of me. I’ve been trying to get the perfect light for this damn picture, but it’s just not working for me. I don’t think pristine neighborhoods are my thing, but I’m trying. I like to try new things.

You’re a photographer?

Artist. She held up her sketchpad. The name’s Meredith Snow.

A pretty name to match a pretty lady.

****

Meredith hadn’t meant to snap at the man for simply introducing himself. In fact, she’d been hoping to meet the two neighbors for some time now, but it just didn’t seem to be happening. Between trying to work, attempting to work, and failing to work, she’d been completely consumed by what she couldn’t do.

That was the reason she’d moved into the small, quaint house at the end of what appeared to be a suburban road. Everything looked so perfect, and yet for her, her house seemed like the best place to cause a little chaos. For the past year she’d been unable to complete a single personal project, which was fine as none of the projects she’d started were for anyone, but she needed to get back into the swing of things, otherwise the world was going to remember Meredith Snow as a two-trick wonder. Yes, she knew it was only supposed to be one trick, but she’d had two amazing, sell-out shows, and now, well, she couldn’t even finish commission work. It had been so bad that she wouldn’t even talk to new clients yet. She wanted to get back to her old self. She missed that flair that always took her, and right now, she didn’t have it. She needed it.

Moving away from the city seemed like the right thing to do, especially as she hated it. The loud noises, the crime, the danger, she had lived in a bad part of city, and then when she made it big, the better part of city, but each one had its constraints. She hated both.

Pushing some hair off her face, she smiled at her neighbor.

So, what is it that you do?

Brett and I, we’re personal trainers.

At the local gym?

Yeah, do you go there?

Not a chance. If I go anywhere it’ll be for a swim or to relax. Not to get all sweaty staring at whatever is in front of me. She tilted her head to the side just as another man came outside.

Were they gay?

She didn’t mind at all.

Well, her lady parts would certainly mind come nighttime, but that would just make for a more interesting show in her fantasies.

I take it you’re Brett.

The very one.

Ace had dark hair while Brett had brown hair. While Brett had brown eyes, Ace had blue. They were both tall, muscular, and she could clearly see without knowing they were trainers that they worked out. Their muscles were huge, and that wasn’t an understatement. It was indeed a fact. They were ripped all over.

She introduced herself and hoped that she didn’t drool. These guys were over six feet tall, and while she was happy being five-foot-six, she actually felt small in comparison.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed several women walking out carrying their trash, and she couldn’t help but smile. Even on the day they were moving in, this was something she recalled seeing. The women, married or not, were trying to garner the boys’ attention.

"So, how are